Decay And Glamour

Hello Everyone:

The end of the weekend and time to get ready for the week. Hopefully no more iconic cultural figures will suddenly drop dead. Actually, David Bowie had been sick for sometime but kept it quiet. Good. I can't stand people, celebrities or not, who milk their illnesses for attention. Anyway, I found a great article on DB, Lou Reed, Andy Warhol and the New York of days gone by. I was thinking about the NYC of the seventies and eighties. It was a strange time. It was a far more dangerous place, not the NYC of Woody Allen movies or Sex And The City.  It was place that saw better days. The glamour of the Mad Men days had given way to decay and decadence. Each of these people captured those feeling of alienation, decay, and glamour. The last two points are contradictory but that was NYC at the time. Decay and glamour co-existed in the world that DB, AW, LR inhabited. Decay and glamour, two sides of the same coin.  Lou Reed sang about the creatures that lived in the underworld. These people were the lost and lonely. David Bowie was the singer who performed. His songs were stories about the alienated. Yet, instead of directly confronting alienation, he became an alien. The alien was a manifestation of his own sense of self. Andy Warhol captured the images of the glamourous. The Polaroids and prints were about the surfaces. I already can't wait to dive into this article, play out my New York fantasy. The NYC fantasy that didn't get wreck by Woody Allen movies or Sex And The City.